Chapter 11 - Arvia’s Attempt to Commit Suicide
Thud
"Hic... Why is all this happening to me?!"
A tray placed nearby on the table was thrown toward the wall, crashing against it with a loud clang.
The sound of Arvia’s anguished voice tore through the room, intense enough to make the green veins on her neck bulge. Her pink eyes were bloodshot, her hair wildly disheveled—she looked like she was moments away from losing her sanity.
Her body was aching, sustained only by painkillers. The bandages wrapped around her head and body revealed the depth of her injuries.
Yet she sat there, gasping, crying. The pain inside her—born of heartbreak—was too intense to bear.
She just wanted to do something, anything, to soothe the rage twisting within her.
That rage was directed at herself—for being too weak to handle a simple allergy. That allergic reaction happened right as she fell down the stairs, causing a chain of events that brought her here, dismantling her entire world.
Her father was dead. Her childhood friend—the last person left in her small world—was gone too. The grief made her dizzy.
Her head spun as she struggled to stay conscious, the weight of it all pressing her down. She just wanted the pain to stop.
Even though part of her wanted to die, she wasn’t strong enough to harm herself. As she stared at the window in the room, she considered jumping out—ending it all. And maybe she would’ve. But she was too weak.